Heartbroken To Tell You I’m Leaving LA

I’ve been nauseous all day trying to write this post. But first, let’s go way back . . .

Way back at the turn of the century, as I prepared to leave Nashville for Los Angeles, my dad and I stood outside together looking up at the night sky.

“You know because of light pollution that you won’t be able to see any stars out there in Los Angeles, right?” he said.